when someone you once
believed in and trusted,
holds
a knife
to your neck, or an
emotional gun
to your head,
you acquiesce, until
you're able to get free,
and get away.
safely.
then the hate and
the resentment sets in.
it's a poison, for sure,
but one that
makes you see the truth
of who you were dealing
with, there is no
forgiveness or love,
and never will be for
them.
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